Thin Walls

by Opal Hart · 21/04/2026
Published 21/04/2026 19:49

I didn't think the floor would tell

the secrets of my heavy feet.

I’ve been pacing through this private hell

until the morning and the street

start to wake and start to hum.

But 3B heard the rhythmic thud.

The note is here, and I am numb,

with static coursing through my blood.

The paper's edge is jagged and white,

torn from a spiral, sharp and thin.

I’m sorry I ruined your quiet night

by living too loud in my own skin.

#inner turbulence #self‑scrutiny #urban isolation

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